The poet wondered….

Category: Poetry

“The pen didn’t delay

And the fingers didn’t falter

To bleed emotions all the way

From hidden heart to blank paper.


For everyone to see

For some to feel and explore

For some to mock and judge

And for some to ignore.


Now the poet wondered how

He had killed himself many times

To breathe a little bit of life

In those still words, into his poems.


The poet wondered if the pen would delay

Or if somehow these fingers would falter

As the question was lingering in his way

And he wanted to shape an answer.”

©sakshi~the escapist, 2017

Image: Courtesy of Pixabay


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